Garmir was approaching the pack stash with a fresh hare in his jaws. He usually brought new meat to the supply before taking something older from stash for himself. The earthen male was almost on jovial mood despite recent threats that had threatened the pack as of late. Charred Ash draw was growing strong despite this and stronger the pack was, better off Garmir was.

He stopped by the stash and then placed the dead hare down to the ground. Garmir poked his nose in to see what he could take in place of the hare. He did not mind eating something even week or two old. In fact... there was certain flavor in borderline rotten food.

Garmir took his share and then replaced it with fresh kill he had brought before. He moved away from the stash few paces and then settled down, placing the meaty bone between his fore legs as to begin gnawing it.